She followed Stiles down the street but he quickly pulled over and Victoria kept moving, picking up her phone in a fit of confusion. "Hello?" Stiles asked as Victoria continued driving.

"What are you doing?" she snapped as he was silent. "Stiles, answer me," she demanded.

"We're on our way," he barked back before hanging up. Victoria rolled her eyes as she pulled up to the vet's office, waiting for the blue jeep to show up, which didn't take that long.

"Help me get him out," Stiles sighed running around the car as Victoria opened the passenger door and pulled her brother out. Her heart sank at the sight of Derek and how much worse he got since she saw him before. Stiles placed Derek's arm around his shoulder as the two of them dragged Derek toward the building, Victoria could hear his heart slowing down causing hers to ache with pain in complete fear. Victoria and Stiles leaned her brother against the wall and quickly ran around the building to get the extra key. "I don't like this," Stiles groaned as she hugged him.

"Please, Stiles do this for me, please," she begged as she kissed him. He sighed and picked up the key looking uneasy at her. They went back around the building and unlocked the building as Derek pulled Victoria away from Stiles. As the Stiles began texting Scott Victoria stood in the corner feeling the tension coming from Derek toward Stiles, she feared this night most of all.

"Where is he?" Derek growled as she shrugged not realizing he was talking to Stiles.

"He's at Allison's looking for the bullet," he answered. Victoria walked through the double doors into the surgery room. She sat there for about an hour totally panicked about her brother. Soon the doors busted open and Derek came in now shirtless looking worse than before making Victoria feel sick at the sight of him.

"What do you want me to do?" Stiles barked as Derek looked at him more pissed off than normal. Derek ripped open a drawer and pulled an electric saw out.

"Derek, what are you doing?" Victoria asked filled with concern.

Snubbing her he continued, "If he doesn't get here back in time you are going to cut my arm off, if done correctly my arm should heal." He forced the saw in Stiles hand tied a rubber tube around his arm.

"Stop, there must be another way," Victoria grabbed Derek by the cheeks.

"Tori, do want to see me another day?" he asked as she stayed silent tears in her eyes. "Then let him do this."

"I can't do this," Stiles spoke up his voice getting high.

"What, you pass out at the sight of blood?"

"No, but maybe at the sight of a dissevered arm!" Victoria looked at Derek like he was crazy and soon enough he vomited, black blood covering the floor causing her to look utterly scared and nodded at Stiles.

"What the hell is that?"

"That…is my body trying to heal, you've got to do this right now," Derek barked as Stiles sighed nervously and placed the blade on Derek's arm. Just before the he turned it on Scott barged through the door.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh thank God, you saved me a life time of nightmares," Stiles sighed in relieve removing the saw.

"Did you get the bullet?"

"Yeah, what are you going to do with it?"

"I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" Derek's eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor the bullet rolling across the floor and clicking into the grate. Scott dove for it but missed now reaching into the grate as Stiles and Victoria knelt next to Derek.

"Come on, Derek wake up," Victoria shook him.

"Scott he doesn't look good," Stiles called back. "He looks like he's dying."

"I almost have it," Scott struggled reaching for the bullet.

"I think he's dead."

"SHUT UP!" he barked. "Got it," he snapped rushing over.

"Forgive me," Stiles whispered before punching Derek in the face. He looked at him funny before quickly getting up and ripping the bullet from Scott's hand. Breaking the bullet with his teeth he dumped the gun powder on the table and with his lighter burned it. Derek quickly picked up the burned product and rubbed it into his wound causing him to scream and howl in pain.

"Derek," Victoria moved toward him as Scott pulled her back. When the wound healed itself he stood up looking at the three of them.

"There, you're better, now leave us alone," Scott spoke up as Victoria looked at Scott insulted.

"Where are you going to go Scott?"

"I don't know to the Argent's."

"Really, the hunters Scott?" Victoria spoke up as Derek scowled and growled, Victoria soon realized it was towards her.

"There a lot more fricken nicer than you," Scott barked looking at Derek.

"You want to see how nice they are? I'll show you," he snapped and silence took over everyone, Derek snapped his head toward his Stiles. He smelt the familiar smell of his sister all over him. "What did you do?" he asked implying the question to Victoria without taking his eyes off of Stiles.

"Derek, you know, I would…"

"Victoria Molly Hale! Answer my question," he snapped taking a step towards Stiles.

"Derek, stop," she growled as he smirked. She ran over and stood in front of Stiles in her beta form looking at her brother, who had become blinded by his anger, he could sense something was in front of him but he didn't realize it was Victoria. She growled again jumping toward him and with little effort he shoved her out of the way, Victoria slid a few feet and stayed there on the ground. Derek stood in front of Stiles his finger pressed hard against Stiles' chest.

"You and my sister?" he squinted as Stiles' breathing became unbalanced. "Break up with her, or I break you." Derek squinted his eyes as he grabbed Stiles shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"Derek stop it," Victoria barked now standing up still a little fear filled. "You are can't fricking control me anymore."

"Oh really, Tori, I can't? When had I ever controlled you?"

"ALL MY LIFE! I couldn't do anything without having you always standing over me like a vulture."

"You are different from them, and you want to be with one?"

"Because I love him, just because you screwed up doesn't mean I will," she barked as he looked destroyed remembering what the last girl did to him. "I am nothing like you," she barked.

"No, you're not, but you are not going to make the same mistakes as me."

"Then let me make my own, I can't stand to see you caging me, I am no animal, Derek."

"In their eyes you are!" Victoria froze as if she got shot with a silver bullet. She took a few steps back as Stiles caught her in his arms. She pulled herself from Stiles and briskly walked out hearing nothing but a soft ringing in her ears as Stiles and Scott screamed after her. She climbed into the car and took off driving, she knew one person who was the best listener that had nothing bad to say. She shivered in the cold as she walked from her car and into the hospital. A man sat in a wheelchair looking at a wall almost in a coma and Victoria immediately walked over and sat on the floor in front of him looking up in his face, a burned mark plastered on his right side of his face.

"Uncle Peter…Can you hear me?" she asked resting her hand on top of his getting no response. "I miss talking to you," she smiled looking up at him hoping for a response. She continued, "Derek and I got in another fight, I just want him to see my way, he is so damn stubborn," she snapped standing up and walked to the window looking out tears now forming in her eyes. "It's just…I don't see why he thinks he's in charge of me, he can't tell me who I can date, he can't tell me what I should hunt, he called me an animal today," she barked turning back to her uncle who hadn't moved at all. Silence filled the air and it killed her every second.

"Now he is telling me, I can't be with Stiles?" She knelt down next to him again. "You remember Stiles, I showed you him his picture last time I was here," she smiled pretending nothing was wrong with him. A knock came from the door and a woman in a nurse's outfit stood there looking at her.

"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over," she said as Victoria nodded and hugged her uncle, before walking out. Her phone vibrated as she got into her car. "Hello?"

"Are you ok?" Stiles asked as she smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine…why?"

"You looked like death when you left."

"Oh that…I'm fine, hey when does your dad get home?"

"Not for another two hours why?" he asked as a small smile toothy smile shown on her face.